Sunday, November 6, 2011

A Missionary on a playground as a kid

So Mic and his companion happen to come upon this little playground in Sweden and decided to let their little kid in them come out and play.  He sent all his pictures on a flash drive home and I had no idea this video clip was on it.  I was so excited to watch it over and over and I thought I would share it.  I could not get it to work earlier, so today I thought I would try it one last time and it worked!!  Hope you enjoy the little kid in Mic!  He only has less than 8 months left and is doing great.  He has a companion that has lived in Utah for 5 years and is from Sweden, so he speaks fluent Swedish, so Mic is learning alot.  His first pair of shoes are finally worn out, he did say he could use duck tape and they would be fine.  The picture he sent of them duck tape would not hold.  Mic is so frugal and will use duck tape for anything to make it last.  So for Christmas he is getting new shoes.  I am sending him letters from the ward if anyone wants to email or give  me a letter to him.  I want to print them out and attach it to a foam Christmas tree ornament to put on his life size tree I made for him last year.   I'm sending it this week.  My email is jewels5kids@hotmail.com

Hope you enjoy the video!


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Saturday, April 9, 2011

"I'll even carry your scriptures today!"

This is a beautiful story I found on the Missionary Mom email list I am on. I actually sobbed reading it, so have some Kleenex ready. I sent this to Mic and I think every Missionary needs this story.

He's Been There Before

The alarm rings at 6:30; I stumble to my feetI grab my companion's bedding and pull off his sheet.A groan fills the room. It's already time to arise?"It seems like just a second ago I was able to shut my eyes.

The morning activities follow: study, prayer and suchWhen its time to leave the apartment, you feel haven't accomplished much"We have a super day planned," my Companion says with a grin.I lowly utter a faithless breath, Yea, if anyone lets us in.

With the word of God and my faithful schwinn, we ride off in the street.Prepared to face another day of humidity and heatIt's 9:30 in the evening, the day is almost through.My companion and I are riding home, not accomplishing what we thought we'd do.

We ride up to the mail box hoping to receive a lot.Only to look inside and hear my echo reverberate "AIRBOX"We go up to our apartment; the day is now completethe only thing to show for our work is a case of blistery feet

It's past 10:30 Pm, my companion is fast asleep.Silence engulfs me all about and I begin to weepIn the midst of sadness I kneel down to pray;I need to talk to Father, but I'm not sure what to say.

"Oh Father," I begin, "What happened to us today?I thought we'd teach somebody, but everyone was awayMy hands, my aching hands worn, hurt and beatIf our area was any smaller,we'd have knocked on every street."

Why on missions are the days so much alike?the only difference about today was the flat tire on my bike.Will you send some cooler weather? the heat is killing me!I sweat so bad, it gets in my eyes. Its very hard to see.

Why do I have to wear a helmet, isn't your protection enough?People always laugh at me and call me stupid stuff.Please send us investigators so I may give them what they lack;I want to give them Book Of Mormon, the weight of them hurts my back."

And what about my Family? They don't have much to say.I'm sick of not hearing from home day after day.Oh Father,why am I here, Am I just wasting my time?Sometimes I just want to go home, I'm sorry but that's on my mind.

My Companion, Heavenly Father, what are you giving me?The way he rides his bicycle I don't know if he can even see!Now you have it, I can't go on. I DON'T KNOW what to do!That, my Father in Heaven, is the prayer I leave you."

My prayer now finished I stand up, then jump right into bed.I need my feet for tomorrow; we have another long day aheadSleep starts to overtake me, I seem to drift away.Then it seems a vision takes me to another time in another day.

I'm standing alone on the hill, the view is very nice.A man walks towards me and says, My name is Jesus Christ."Tears of joy well up inside, I fall down to His feet."Arise he states, follow me to the shade you and I need to speak."

My attention towards my Savior, total and completeHe says, "Your Mission is similar of what happened to me.I understand how you feel, I know what your going through;In fact, it would be fair to say I've felt the same as you.

"Even know how you felt when no one listened to youAt times I felt not quite sure what else that I could do.I know you don't like to ride a bicycle, for a car would be sweet.Just remember the donkey I rode I was not equipped with 21 speed.

I understand you don't like sweating, in fact it's something you hate.I remember when I sweat blood from every pore, " Oh, the agony was great.I see you don't like your companion you would rather have someone else.I once had a companion named Judas who sold my life for wealth.

It's hard to wear a helmet and have people make fun of you.I remember when they put thorns in my head and called me King of the Jews.So you feel burdened down by the weight of your pack.I recall how heavy the cross was when they slammed it on my back."

Your hands hurt from tracking and knocking on doors all dayI guess when they pounded nails into mine, I ache in a similar way.It's hard not to hear from home when your family was not there to see.I lost communication on the cross and cried, "Father, why has though forsaken me?"

We have a lot in common, but there is a difference between us you see.I endured to the end and finished my mission, so follow and do like me."He embraced me with his arms, His light filled me with His love.With tears in my eyes, I watched as he went back to the Father above.

I stood with awe and wonder when a beep rang in my head.I listened and heard the alarm, when I realized I was in my bed.My companion let's out a groan, "6:30 already, no way!"I sat up and said. Come on, I'll even carry your scriptures today!"

No matter what we go through when we feel we can't take more,Just stop and know that we can go on with our Saviors example and we want to be like Him! We will not be given anything we can't handle. Let's carry each others scriptures and press forward.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

lyrics to a song Mic made up.

This is lyrics to a song Mic made up. He played the piano and sang this song at Zone Conference this month. He does have 2 Uncles named Gary.

My name is Elder Gary
and I'm a missionary
I go around the city
and people think we're scary

We dress in Dark suits Daily
Lookin the same from day to day
But people see our smiles
and wonder what we have to say

Ooo, we're swedish missionaries
we eat potatoes and rice
we have to have our Saft daily
and we eat with a fork and a knife!

It's 6:30 in the morning
the sun has yet to rise
i look outside, its snowing
it just makes me want to cry

But studies get me going
it gets my brainwaves flowing
we feast from these here scriptures
our knowledge ever growing.

Ooo, we're swedish missionaries
We eat meatballs and Rice
we have to have our Saft daily
and we eat with a fork and a knife!

Lunch is done, so lets run
Lets go cantakting cause its fun
Contact that man he's on the run!

2 or 3 teaches are on the way
How can I make my teaching better today
Ask questions, adjust my teaching
am i really really listning?

Ooo, we're swedish missionaries
We eat Chicken and Rice
we have to have our Saft daily
and we eat with a fork and a knife!

I go to member middags
then come home and eat some more
I've already gained 5 kilo's
so its time to knock some doors!

Its time for bed
theres too much going on in my head
dop datums, member dinners, new people we have meet
there's fredrik, johanas, safi..........zzzzzzzz
(snoring and then a chromatic run up the keyboard)

Ooo, we're swedish missionaries
I have yet to try Surströming
we have to have our Saft daily
and we eat with a fork and a knife!

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Beautiful song! "I Love You, Son"



This is an amazing song about a father and a son that I absolutely love. We talked about it in our YW lesson today. Our Heavenly Father and the Savior are always there and loves us no matter what we have done. The words to the song really touch your heart. It helps you to be a better parent and to love your kids even more when they do something wrong. It teaches you how to respond the right way without anger. It teaches you to lovingly discipline them when they do something wrong. This is how Christ is and we want to be like him, right?

Sunday, January 2, 2011

A New Years Resolution




So I have not even made a list of 2011 resolutions. I have not had a desire to make one, until today. I have my first one. I taught combined YW today and the lesson was on God the Father. It was a hard lesson for me to put together, cause usually a lesson on faith, tithing, scriptures or love is easy for me to pull together things and talk about alot. This lesson I had to really think and learn about before I could teach it. I learned alot about God the Father and how He is so much like Jesus Christ. They are the same in all that they do.




Haley read the Ugly Duckling story and how he had a desire to be something better and believe in himself and to follow the other beautiful swans. I have a better desire to be like God the Father just like the Ugly Duckling wanted to be like the swans. I hope that the spirit was strong in my lesson. At times I felt like I was repeating myself and when I looked at everyone I felt like I lost my thoughts. For some reason I got really nervous an hour before I taught it. I knew I had been working on it for a few weeks and I felt prepared, but I felt like I had no confidence and at times my thoughts were not there. After the lesson a few people told me the spirit was strong and they were grateful for it. I felt the spirit, but it came in spurts. I hope the girls learned more about God the Father and felt the spirit strong and got something out of the lesson that can help them get closer to their Father in Heaven. I love teaching the YW and being with them. They inspire me so much and they are like family. I want them to achieve and be all that they can be.




My first New Years resolution is to communicate with Heavenly Father through prayer. I know that I need to work on this alot and so I'm grateful for this lesson I taught and for having a desire to talk to my Father in Heaven more.